Appointments

[theblogger]

This post is for IC threads that don't fit in logs or network posts (aka this is an excellent choice for a private thread).

Games: Ataraxion and Luceti

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[theblogger]

Think that's a good idea, actually.

[ He'll be having a scotch as well, when the bartender comes to ask him. After watching it poured and allowing silence to reign in the interim, he lifts his glass and murmurs. ]

Cheers.

[ And drains about half of it. ]

How long have you been here, again?

[beltbucklerebel]

[the question gets him to take another drink as well, before he actually answers] 21 days.

[a pause and, then, he finishes off his glass in response to the answer as well. When the glass is back on the counter, he raises a hand to signal for a refill]


....You?

[theblogger]

Four months... the day after tomorrow?

[ Christ. His jacket shifts with his wings, which he keeps guarded whenever he's out of the flat. He's only watching Booth in his peripherals for now, mostly studying the array of drinks behind the counter. ]

Assume you've had a chance to settle in somewhere and look around. You're from... Texas?

[beltbucklerebel]

[Four months. Like Brennan. John's question catches him off guard before he can comment, though, and he shoots the doctor an incredulous look.] What?! No, I'm not from Texas.

I'm from Pittsburgh!

[because someone from England should know where that is, obviously]

[theblogger]

Well, the Jeffersonian Institute, it's... in Texas, isn't it?

[ A squint. It wasn't that odd a question, was it?

A nod, though. Surprisingly enough, he does know where Pittsburgh is. At least, he knows what state it's in. ]

Pennsylvania, alright. My apologies.

[beltbucklerebel]

Washington, D.C.

...I don't sound like I'm from Texas. [do I?]

[theblogger]

[ John's just going to take a sip off his drink here. ]

Where do you think I'm from?

[beltbucklerebel]

[Booth frowns, giving him a sideways glance. Is this a trick question?]

England. Or...Britain...or whatever the hell you're supposed to call it now.

[theblogger]

[ It's not a trick question, per se... ]

England is a part of Britain, yeah. That's like saying you're from the United States.

What part of England, do you suppose?

[beltbucklerebel]

Hey now...That's different.

[theblogger]

[ John arches his brows. ]

You expect me to know what part of your country you sound like you're from; I don't see how it's different.

Unless you can't name more than two cities in England. S'alright if you don't - just admit it.

[beltbucklerebel]

Mine's a bigger country.

[you know what they say about size.

...and no, he can't]

[theblogger]

Mine's an older one. So what?

[beltbucklerebel]

So there's as big difference between DC and Texas, that's what.

[theblogger]

What's the one in Texas, then?

[beltbucklerebel]

What's the what in Texas?

[theblogger]

The Instit--

Nevermind. [ Bartender, please bring him another round. ]

[beltbucklerebel]

[probably for the best, John]

[he was quiet for a moment, content to sit with the silence and their drinks...but Booth never really was one for quiet and it's not that much longer before he speaks up again]

Army, right?

[see? He can make nice]

[theblogger]

[ John could do quiet, though this is not the sort of comfortable silence among friends so much as it is a lack of things to say. His eyes flicker over at the question. Sherlock had mentioned former military about Booth, and Sherlock was almost never wrong. Not that John couldn't recognize such a thing himself by the way the man held himself. ]

Used to be, yeah. RAMC. You?

[beltbucklerebel]

Rangers, and Special Forces.

[theblogger]

[ A nod. ]

How long since?

[beltbucklerebel]

I was in Afghaniston for a little over half a year, training troops. Just got back a few months ago.

Before that, though, it'd been awhile. I'm a special agent with the FBI, now.